[Prisoners of Chance by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookPrisoners of Chance CHAPTER XII 3/11
Surely your work is no harder than that of others, while you have more at issue." He glanced from her face to mine in apparent surprise, but replied readily: "Those knowing me best, friend Benteen, pay least heed to my words. When I bark I seldom bite, and when I intend biting I waste small time on the bark.
But, _parbleu_! how can I feel life worth living, if it is all toil? There may be those who enjoy such existence, but I discover no pleasure in it.
_Sacre_! I love not hard hands and poor fare, nor will I make pretence of what I do not feel." We were then two-thirds of the distance between the mainland and the island, in the full sweep of the raging current.
It struck us sidelong, with such force as to require all our combined strength to afford the laboring boat headway.
Suddenly Eloise startled us with an outcry. "What is that yonder ?" she questioned excitedly, pointing directly up-stream.
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